I went in for my hysteroscopy this morning. I wasn’t too nervous because I knew they’d be putting me under. And besides, I viewed the outcome as win-win. If they find nothing, then I win. If they find something, then I still win because maybe we’re getting closer to some answers.
The doctor explained that he likes to put patients under because he thinks that it’s a little cruel to do it without anesthesia. Plus, if I’m under he can take out polyps or whatever if need be. I’m glad I was knocked out because it’s too nerve-wracking to be awake. He said for many patients it’s way worse than the HSG, which I absolutely hated and writhed in pain as the catheter was being inserted, so I’ll take anesthesia please.
I think the whole procedure took like 5-10 minutes. No big deal. I felt some cramping afterward but the heating pad on my belly helped. I didn’t even need to take any pain reliever. I am spotting a bit but that’s to be expected.
Now onto the results. The RE didn’t find anything. Part of me is like “Yay! My uterus is baby making approved!” but then the other part of me is like “Awe, I was hoping we’d find something that might help us start answering the never-ending question of WHY?.” The RE took a few biopsies to send off for testing just to be sure everything is fine but he said to the naked eye everything looked great. One thing checked off the list.
We did a bunch more blood work this morning – some for me and some for my husband. We go back next Wednesday for the DQ Alpha (for us) and NK (for me) tests. My poor husband needs to have another SA so we’ll drop off his sample next Wednesday too. (At least this time since we’re pretty close to our new clinic, he can produce his sample at home and we can just drop it off rather than making the poor guy have to “produce” in a weird sterile room with public porn.)
After that we’re all done with testing. Then we kick back and wait for the results to roll in. In the meantime, I will keep enjoying being the old me – the fun wife, friend, sister, daughter who’s not totally obsessed with baby making.
P.S. The anesthesiologist said I looked young for being 35. I almost kissed him.